Crossdresser Stories Mga Nobela at Kwento

“I want to fuck you properly. Come with me.” She didn’t give me time to fix my clothes. She just yanked my dress down enough to cover my ass and dragged me through the party, her hand possessively on the back of my neck. A few people gave us curious looks, but Lena didn’t care. She led me down a narrow staircase to a dimly lit storage room at the back of the building — probably used for party supplies. The moment the door clicked shut behind us, she shoved me against a stack of boxes and ripped my dress completely off, leaving me in just my heels.

Each one had symbols drawn on each. He was beginning to feel like a street performer with the way he kept pulling stuff out of his duffle bag. Maybe after here he might make a living from pulling stuff out of a magic bag. Well, with the stuff he pulled out so far, the bag might as well be magic. ‘Avada’. Chuckling again to himself at his even more terrible joke he proceeded to hang the different trinkets and ring bags on each of the wooded poles stabbed into the ground, carefully selecting which bag went where and what trinket went on what with what. He double and triple checked to make sure he had not swapped one for any other.

And it's so transparent that you know every dirty dot on my breasts, the seductive curve of my orbs… why I pride in these shitty oranges. I'm a walking nemesis for your stray cocks and pussies in need of a home. For the sex starved and perverted bitches who long to stylishly stick their fingers into their sloppy cunts and fuck till they climax. Or stroke that hard motherfucking cock till you bath your lover with your hot spunk. To further seal my madness, I have something trailing down my asshole and hanging loosely like a tail. It's my favorite kitten anal plug with a black fox tail. Paired with this white nasty dress, I figured that I could ask the delivery man which color soothes me bette

I walk into the cool premises that’s scented with candles and incense, a very huge difference with the disgusting smell of sweat and heat outside. My short black dress that shouldn’t be seen on a pastor’s wife clinging to my body like a second skin and screaming nothing but sin. The thin mesh of the material is damp with sweat from the blazing heat outside outlining my full breasts and wide hips. I intentionally ignored wearing a bra and panties, I’m here for confessions and deliverance after all and what better way to do it than without underwear. As if being told someone is in the premises, two people suddenly appear from a hidden door behind the altar. Priests to be precise. People that h

CHAPTER 1 Detective Kane Ryder stood over the blood-soaked king-sized bed, jaw clenched so tight it ached. The wealthy tech mogul Victor Lang lay naked, wrists and ankles tied to the four posts with silk ropes. A silver ice pick was buried deep in his throat. Thick, dryed cum splattered across his chest like a final insult. “Goddamn mess,” Kane muttered, his deep voice rough from too many cigarettes and not enough sleep. Detective Lena Cruz crouched beside the body, gloves on. “Neighbors said they saw a tall blonde leaving around two in the morning. Veronica Voss. That erotic novelist everyone’s talking about, looks like she was the last one here.”

I wanted to see if I could make these two powerful men break under the weight of my own seduction. I pulled the dress from the back of the closet, a garment I had bought months ago but never had the heart to wear while Manuel was fading. It was a liquid fire red, covered in thousands of tiny, shimmering sequins that caught the light with every breath I took. The neckline plunged dangerously low, but the real statement was the back, it was entirely open down to the very top of my tailbone, held together by nothing but the grace of the silk. The slit on the right side spiraled up to my mid thigh, flashing pale skin with every step I took.

She had so many stories to tell. "So what did you do?" I asked curiously. "Since the dude thought that it was fun to two time two equally beautiful girls, I also thought it was fun to edit a picture of him in a gay club as a crossdressing twink, he could not get rid of the accusations and transferred out of high school." We burst into soft giggles so we don't wake Vince up.

Nathan’s hands on him and the moanful sounds they made. I stood on shaky legs and headed straight to my bedroom. I need to get out of these clothes and wash off. I strip down to nothing, tossing my clothes in a pile. Saw my reflection in the mirror. Same body Jake touched yesterday morning before work. Same cheeks he kissed. The same person he promised he loved. All lies from the fucking pity of hell. Everything was just a damn lie. I climbed onto my bed, pulling the covers around me but I can’t seem to get over what happened earlier on.

I searched the internet for help on how to read myself of the curse. The truth found me. I was hungry…not for sex with a man but a specific fantasy that involved three men. I touched myself to videos that played my fantasy, let my mind get creative. It wasn’t until days ago that I found a place in my city. Turns out for a good price, you can live out your fantasies. And now, I was a free woman…ready to walk down the aisle without feeling like a horny wreck. “All done.” the stylist announced. I glanced at my reflection on the vanity mirror..

Lyric I barely slept. My body kept remembering how Dominic’s cum felt on my ass yesterday. I wanted all of him inside me today. No more teasing. No more stopping. I wanted crazy, dirty, sweaty sex. I put on the smallest outfit I had… a loose crop top with no bra and tiny shorts that barely covered my pussy. I waited in the elevator, already wet between my legs. When Dominic stepped in, his eyes went dark immediately. “Today’s the day,” I told him straight up. “I’m not playing anymore. I want your cock deep in my pussy.”